hum!

A stream of scarlet energy flowed out, shaped like illusory silk threads, falling on the surfaces of the three broken faces, and then gradually changed into three different Arabic numerals.

Gwen lowered his head in shock and found a black number printed on his right chest: "This is... the number 9?"

"Mine is the number 10!" Abomination found a black Arabic numeral on the left shoulder as well.

"My number...is a 6?"

Grimmjow turned sideways, his eyes fixed on the numbers below his waist, his face was slightly solemn, and he vaguely seemed to have guessed the truth of the 'gift'.

"Congratulations."

Lorde chuckled lightly and said, "It will be officially included in the 'Ten Blades' from today!"

"Ten Blades?"*3

Grimmjow, Gwen, and Abomination looked slightly startled, and then their eyes gradually moved down, staring at the Arabic numerals printed on different parts of their bodies, and suddenly seemed to understand the meaning of these numbers.

"Ten blades, symbolizing the honor of the 'strongest'."

Lord smiled slightly and explained the confusion for the three of them: "These are the ten strongest broken faces that I have selected from all the great virtuals. According to the level of killing ability, I will assign numbers from 1 to 10, and place them in a certain body. Engrave numbers."

According to the level of killing ability...

After hearing this, Gwen touched the number 9 on her right chest, her eyes couldn't help but become a little dim, and there was an indescribable disappointment in her heart, NO.9 means she is among all the 'ten blades' , the killing ability can only be ranked ninth only.

"Cut... I'm actually only ranked No. 10?" Abomination grinned, seeming to be a little dissatisfied, but because of the shadow of PTSD left, he didn't say anything more.

Only Grimmjow, his eyes full of rebelliousness, stared at Lord and asked, "You mean, there will be ten of us in the future, right?"

"Yes, only ten."

Lord said lightly: "No matter how many broken faces there are, the total number of ten blades will not change."

"The number...6."

Grimmjow's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said slightly unconvinced, "In your mind, in your mind, the future slaying ability is higher than mine,

Will there be five more? "

"Sa~ who knows?"

Lorde gave him a meaningful look and smiled: "Maybe there are only four, maybe only three. The sequence of ten blades is only temporary. If you can defeat them in the future, you can take their sequence and replace it."

No one can tell what will happen in the future.

But the number of Grimmjow No.6 was somewhat mixed with his own selfishness, stemming from the resentment of Ge Laoliu left over from his previous life.

"Exactly what I want!"

Grimmjow's eyes burned with fighting intent, licked his lips, and said excitedly, "Open your eyes and watch, I will seize their sequence and sit on the throne of the tenth blade!"

Uh......

Are you so confident, really?

Lord suddenly couldn't bear it, and broke Grimmjow's fantasy.

To say that Grimmjow can counterattack to the fiftieth blade, there may still be some possibility, but if the target is on the top four ten blades, then he can only say that Grimmjow is probably thinking too much. .

Before the top four Ten Blades were broken, they were all Vastord-class virtuosos!

Confidence is a good thing.

As a considerate and kind boss, it is absolutely impossible to discourage the enthusiasm of employees.

Moreover......

At most, he will be beaten by society at most, which is just enough to make Grimmjow remember.

In short, Lord would never admit that he wanted to see the scene of Grimmjow being deflated.

Hmm...that's right!

As the saying goes, people don't fix stalks, he's doing it for Grimmjow's good!

"come on."

Lorde showed a mysterious smile and said, "I'm looking forward to one day in the future, when you can counterattack the top four Ten Blades."

A chill came inexplicably.

Grimmjow suddenly froze and frowned, "Strange...why does it seem a little cold?"

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Stark Building.

This Sao Bao building, which can be called a landmark in New York, is Tony Stock's private space from the 80th floor up, and no one can enter without his authorization.

The floors above the 80th floor have all been transformed into various entertainment venues by this playboy who will enjoy it, including a series of swimming pools, bars, bedrooms, and so on.

dong dong dong...

The sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on expensive tiles came, a tall blond beauty, wearing a tight secretary suit, holding a cup of steaming coffee, walking with two long, round and attractive legs under a short skirt, walked into the area. In a messy bar.

The huge bar is littered with expensive drinks, broken glass, and several grounds that collapsed after being hit, revealing the steel structure inside. If you don't know the situation, you might think that the place has been robbed.

However, no one can rob Stark Tower.

The one who caused this scene was Tony Stark, who was lying in broken glass and drinking water on the ground, dressed in gold and red armor, and was drunk like a puddle of mud!

Playboy, Billionaire, Super Genius, Star Group Power...

Tony Stark is sitting on these series of titles, and his wealth is enough to make the president jealous, like the number one on the financial Forbes list, and he is not even worthy of shoes in front of this capital giant!

He used to be one of the most influential people in the political and military of the United States, and the playboy who slept with the most Hollywood actresses and models.

But now...he's just a dying man.

Hundreds of millions of assets, genius mind, these can not save his life!

Tony Stark gave up completely, so he threw a bash.

Tony Stark in the carnival seems to have changed a person, to vent all the regrets, anger, unwillingness, remorse and other emotions in his life, and then quietly wait for death.

In the end, my friend Roddy couldn't stand it anymore. He came in wearing a war mecha, and left in disappointment after a fight with Tony Stark. He took this special mecha called "War Machine" with him.

"Boss, have some coffee."

Blonde beauty with a pair of peach eyes, always exudes seductive charm.

"Natasha?" Tony took a sip of coffee, rubbed his sore temple, and said hoarsely, "What time is it? God, I'm actually sleeping on the ground, do you all ignore me?"

Natasha said calmly: "Last night you said yourself, don't let anyone come up to disturb you, or you can get out of the Stark group tomorrow."

"Uh......"

Tony twitched the corner of his mouth, put the coffee cup back in Natasha's hand, and said earnestly: "Natasha, you have to know that none of what a man said after he was drunk is true, so do you understand? "

"Understood, Boss."

Natasha raised her hand and rolled up the hair on her temples, smiled and said, "So you liked me last night, is it fake?"

Tony was silent for a while, his eyes moved up along the long, round and white legs, and said solemnly: "No, this sentence is sincere."